I walk in to the gorgeous castle. I had been here before but it's beauty never failed to amaze me. I walk around the empty halls waiting for the banquet to start. I hear someone yell and I pick up the pace. I walk into an open room where a tall brown haired man sits with his back to me, trying to pulls his shirt off. Thick lash marks cover his back. The scars look a couple years old.
"Sir can I help you?" I ask gently.
"Yeah help me get this damned thing off." He growls. I choke. It's Damien.
"Wait." He mutters turning around. Embarrassment flushes his emotions.
"Oh Witcher. I thought I recognized your voice. Mind helping me." He mumbles holding out his wrapped hands. Blood stains are soaking through the bandages. Guilt fills me and I walk closer. I gently help him out of his shirt. I see two huge rashes along the sides of his body. It looks like burn marks, or some type of road rash. I reach out without thinking, allowing my hand to turn cold as ice as I press it against the skin.
"God damnit!" He hisses shoving my hand away.
"I'm only trying to help."
"Well you helped go away now."
"No your in pain and I need to help you." I growl. I bring my ice hand back pressing my hand to his skin. The burns go down to his waist.
"Lay back." I whisper gently pressing his shoulders so he lays back on the bed.
He complies, frustrated.
I reach down, gently tugging his pants down until the end of the mark shows. They aren't even past his hips.
"Woah what the hell Witcher!" He chokes.
"I'm treating your burns. How did you get them anyway?"
"I was fighting a warlock and he played dirty and spawned two miniature dragons. It's why the burns are on my sides" He mumbles. I press my hand against a deep red spot. He grabs my wrist
"That hurts."
"Then let me fix it"
"I only asked you to help me get my shirt off."
"Yes and now I'm helping so deal with it."
He frowns watching me intently as I work.
"These injuries are quite severe." I press my hand under the waist band, cooling the surrounding skin. He stiffens.
"I know it hurts let me help." I say gently. Some minor burns lace his upper body. I reach my hand out, pressing it to his chest. He watches me the whole time.
"Witcher?" He whispers. I nod my head.
"I need to ask you a question." He say keeping his voice low.
"Well what is it?" I ask.
"If I tell you I think you'll leave."
"Just get it over with." I say using my other hand against his side.
"Agh." He growls clutching my hand over his side. His hands are warm against my frosty skin.
"Spit it out." I say pushing harder into his side.
"Ow Jesus! Ow." He clutches my hand harder against his side.
"Oh hush your fine." I mutter.
"Yeah says the Witcher trying to kill me." I make my hand turn searing hot,he chokes jerking back. I turn my hand back to its cold form. Gently touching the skin around his waist. He's in a very unpleasant mood now. I look down and notice the extreme muscle. My hand goes over his abdomen. I want to smile but don't. I remember he had to say something.
"Your question?" I ask.
"Why did you leave me." He blurts out. He's staring right at me, willing me to answer. I can't run, he knew I would,I would look weak. What should I do!?
"I didn't."
"You did. You ran away and I didn't see you for weeks. And when I did see you you made it very very clear you wanted nothing to do with me." He mumbles.
"I lost feelings for you." I mumble. "We were injured, it was dark, and we were both half dead from exhaustion. I didn't leave, we never had something to begin with." I grumble. I walk out of the room. I don't want to remember that night, when I was sure I'd found the love of my life.